Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 32

***Violet's POV***

"Carter put me in my wheelchair!" I command. He quickly nods and carries me over and sets me down. "Thanks." I say as I race off as fast as I can to Nash. Carter walks out of the room in the direction of his.

I open the door to see Nash sitting on the opposite side with his face in his hands. I quietly roll over to him and lift myself out to sit next to him, praying he doesn't leave because then I would be stranded on the floor in the middle of a hotel hallway. Thankfully, he stays.

"Nash." I reach out for his hand but he abruptly takes it back. "Please let me explain. Please." I beg. I stroke his arm, his muscles instantly tightening and then relax. He looks up at me with red swollen eyes. "It is honestly not what it looked like."

"Bullshit. Don't lie to me. I thought we were over that?"

"Nash. Stop! We weren't doing anything. It was a fucking hug and a kiss on the cheek. That is it!"

"Whatever." he starts to stand up but I pull him back down to me.

"LISTEN TO ME!" I shout. He looks was shocked by my sudden outburst. "Carter came over to apologize for all this bullshit. Then he was about to go and he gave me a friendly hug and kiss ON THE CHEEK. Damn. We weren't doing anything. You just took everything out of proportion." I suddenly regret having those weird, attractive thoughts towards Carter. I loved Nash and there was no denying it, however currently he was pissing me the fuck off and I knew he could tell.

Nash sinks back down and returns to his position with his face in his hands, mumbling something into his hands that I couldn't understand.

"What?"

Nash takes his face out of his hands. "I said I was sorry."

"Don't be." I sigh and grab his hand, this time he isn't pulling back.

"I should have let you explain before running off on you like that."

"Its fine. Just from now on. Let me explain things before blowing up on me. Okie?" he nods.

Nash kisses my hand that's currently clasped with his.

"I love you, Violet."

"I love you."

Nash pulled me up and carried me back into the room. He ran back into the hall to grab my wheelchair and bring it back to its previous residence next to the closet.

I was laying on the bed and turned the television, shortly after I was being held by Nash.

"You have a MagCon event tomorrow. Are you excited?" I break the silence and bring his attention away from the rerun of Friends.

"Yes I am. And it will be better because I will have you up there with me." he says cheesily, pecking the tip of my nose.

"Wait. I am aloud on stage with you guys?"

"Yeah. The fans have asked for it. Morgan, Tristyn, and Ashley are coming on, too." I was kind of shocked that the fans were so supportive of out relationship. I mean yeah I have gotten a fair amount of hate, but apparently quite a few liked us.

"Okay. Well that means I need to wear something nice. But no matter what, I am stuck with shorts. Thanks to this lovely thing." I motion towards my brace that stiffs my leg from the knee down.

"You'll look beautiful. You always do." He kisses my cheek.

"That sounded so cliché." I laugh into his chest.

"I guess I am just a cliché guy." he jokes. "Anyways, do you need help picking out an outfit? I mean, I know I am a guy and all, but you have to admit, I have fabulous taste." Nash flicks his imaginary hair off his shoulder to help prove his point. I burst into laughter as does he.

"Well Mr. Grier, I guess so. But I have an idea of what I want to wear. I don't want to go all out though. I am in now condition to do that." I chuckle.

"Okay." Nash stands up and unzips one of my suitcases. He pulls out my American Eagle shorts, holding them up. "Will these work?" I nod in response. Then he pulls out my new tangerine "Paradise" sweatshirt from American Eagle as well. "This is cute." he holds it up and sets it next to the jean shorts. "You can wear your matching tangerine Vans and I will wear mine, we will be one of those cliché matching couples." I laugh and nod along.

"That sounds great. Now come back to bed, its cold." I pat the space next to me. He lays down and cuddles me back into his chest, pulling the comforter over us. Silence over took us as we watch the screen displayed in front of us, reruns of Friends being played.

"So your birthday is in two weeks." Nash breaks the silence.

"Oh.. Yeah it is. I was kinda hoping you had forgotten about it." I say shyly.

"Why?"

"I'm not one for birthdays. And especially not 10 days later..." I drift out of my sentence. I don't like celebrating birthdays. I mean your getting older and your life is getting shorter and shorter. Why celebrate that? And then on the sixteenth...

"Why is that?" he gasps as he puts it all together. "Wait that is your password. You birthday is on August 6th and ten days later is the sixteenth. 0816. That's your password." He sits up and looks me in my eyes. "Will you please tell me what it means." Nash pleas. I take in a deep sigh and already know I'm not going to make it through the night without telling Nash everything. And that will end up in tears.

"Fine... But please just don't say your sorry after I tell you. That's the only reason I don't tell people. I hate having more sympathy that I don't need. " Nash nods. "Okay.. So when three years ago on the sixteenth, I was at a check up. They had found the cancer in my legs that day. My dad was taking it really hard. So that night he went out to the bar and got hammered drunk. My mom and I went out looking for him. I spotted him running into an alley. I started running after him screaming my head off. But then I heard two gun shots." I gulp down the lump forming in my throat then continue. "Apparently my dad had pissed off a gang of guys and they were drunk off their asses and thought it was smart to kill him. He died because of me. Because of this stupid disease I have. He died because I was putting him through all this shit. And I can't do a damn thing about it." Nash closes his mouth. By now I have tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, something I wanted to avoid. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I am crying like a baby." I chuckle and start rubbing my cheeks to get the tears off. My hand is grabbed an removed from my face.

"Do not ever apologize for crying." Nash lifts me up onto his lap to where I'm straddling him. "If you need to cry, then do it an you sure as hell don't need to apologize."

"Thanks." I rest my head on his shoulder, soaking a spot from my tears.

"Hey. I love you." He lifts my chin up to where I'm looking him in the eye.

"I love you." He let me roll of and engulfed me into his chest, turning off the light.

" I love you. And so does everyone who is around you. Even Bailey does, but she lets her jealousy take over and turn her into a bitch. But most of all. Your father loves you. He's looking over you right now as we speak. He wants you to know that his death wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself for this. Don't Violet. You are better than that. He loves you and always will." I am crying again but he doesn't know it and continues. "Your mother loves you too. You are her life. I can tell. The way she looks at you and the way she takes care of you shows it." He kisses the top of my head. "And finally. I love you. With all my heart. You are my everything. We have known each other for what a month? And I am already afraid of losing you. Hell. I was afraid of losing you the day I met you. You are the one. You always will be." He sighs after his long monologue. I tilt my head and kiss his cheek.

"Nash. I love you so much. Thank you." I dry my cheeks with the back of my hand and nuzzle back into his chest.

"No problem. Get some sleep, baby." And with that I went into sweet slumber.

(Hey guys. This chapter was longer but I'm making it into two chapters so the next update should be really soon. Also I am out of school for summer soooo more updates! Yay!! Anyway I love you my watermelons. *kisses* BTW READ MY FRIENDS STORY: unforgettable. Don't forget to vote/comment/share. Stay flyyy.)